Basketball Butch (gxg)

Chapter 3 of Basketball Butch

CHAPTER 3
    After Practice

            I got home on my motorcycle, and yes I am that motorcycle dyke. In the garage my dad is there hot glueing G.I.Joes on to the ceiling. "Dad, what are you doing this time?" I greet him, knowing there is always some kind of weird reason he does anything. "Well," he began. "How was school?" He interrupted his reasoning like that? Wow, this must be important. "It was good," I replied. "there was a new girl, her name's Pierce. She tried out for basketball, so she might be on the team. She dribbles low, and she doesn't travel." Very true, no one can steal the ball when she's dribbling. A very good tactic to make as a habit. "Oh good, you two should become friends. does she know about the Harley?" My dad is really proud of the bike, he has been working on it since I was four years old to give to me when I got my motorcycle license when I was fourteen. "No," I said with a not so noticeable attitude. "I think she just thinks I walk everywhere. She's nice though,  I told her we could hang out if she made the team." I  might of stretched that, she was the one that said we could if she made the team, I  just suggested that we could at all. "good," says my dad. "Go inside, your mom made soup for herself, so its just t.v dinners for the rest of us. can you bring me mine, it should be done cooking in the microwave?" I nodded my head positively before walking into the dimmed kitchen.

 Wryle is there on his phone, "What's that?" I ask, "Netflix? Facebook?" He rolled his eyes, either by his body language he was annoyed by my interrogation, or he was just rolling his eyes because he wanted me to think that because he was doing something shady. I tried to not think about it much as I get dad's dinner from the microwave, when I hear Wryle's headphones blast voices and gun shots. He must have just been watching Youtube game plays, as usual. I glare at him, "Turn the volume down!" I snapped at him so he would do as I said, he is as fragile as a butterfly and will do anything if I snap. Very handy.

 I hand dad his dinner through the small laundry shoot between the kitchen and garage wall. going to the back of the house I yell out loud, "Mom, I'm home! Are you in your room?" she calls back, "Yes! come say hi!" I walk in mom's room, she lays in her bed watching Netflix on her phone, a cigarette bud ,also laying, but in an ash tray beside her. I see it immediately, "You said you weren't going to smoke today." I said, going into a hug with my mom. "I'm sorry honey," She began to plead. "I won't tomorrow, it'll be different tomorrow. So how was school? Did you do good at practice? Tell me what's up." Telling her about school was at the bottom of my list, I guess I'll just say good and move on. "Good, how was work?" I might of came of bitchy saying that, but I didn't want to talk about me, I wanted to discipline my mom for being a junky today as usual. "Work was fine," she began. "I got off early so I tried to make dinner. I failed miserably and used a lot of the dishes, can you wash them?" I was pissed at this, "Mom you were supposed to do the dishes today, why didn't you do them?" My mom did her stupid shrug again and made puppy dog eyes trying to get my sympathy. "Well honey, I did the dishes before trying to make dinner, and afterwards I didn't feel like it and I don't know how to use the dish washer. So I put a Ramen cup in the microwave and gave the rest of y'all the opportunity to choose what ever."  I was furious, but my mom is fragile like my brother so I didn't want to take it out on her. "What ever mom,  is dad sleeping on the couch again tonight? You know he has a sore back?" My mom shrugs again, "No, I have a friend coming over tonight, it's Sherral from my college!" I walked away slowly from the room at this point, I just hope Sherral wasn't one of the druggy friends.

I walked back to the kitchen to find Wryle still there, so I snapped. "Do the dishes before you go to bed will you?" Immediately he got up, "And tell Sherral not to do marijuana with mom, she's coming over tonight." now that he's put to work, I grab a few bagels and a hummus jar before heading through the garage to the basement. in the garage, dad is airing the tires to the bike, "what did your mom say?" I shook my head, I knew what he was referring to, "Negative." The poor man,  he should of married Lilly Smith when he had the chance. "good night", time I go down to my room for the night. "Good night, see you in the morning," we have a routine. "Not if I see you first!"